"As his eyes came around, there was blackness before him . . .
Hasselborg instinctively shifted his eyes upward toward the top of this
blank wall. His mouth sagged open in his beard and his eyes went glassy
at what he saw. There was a splotch of red on top of the thing . . .
The bloodshot eyes . . . glared down at him from a height twice his own
. . . Yes, it was the gigantic bearthe one he had killed but a moment
ago. He had forgotten his own...